Way back when, City Slickers symbolized the ultimate midlife crisis, when Billy Crystal goes off to a dude ranch. Oh but that’s so 20th century.

I’ve just discovered the ultimate: A wild buffalo hunt. No one will ever call you a wimp after you’ve bagged a bison. (Especially if you’re a woman.)

My only disappointment is that this doesn’t seem to be a bow and arrow affair. Perhaps you can sign a waiver and choose to use sticks and stones.

Add it to your life list and good luck!